When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.
AeschylusThis is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.
AeschylusAh, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.
Aeschylus